This is a song about "Bill o reilly"

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

Mother, o my mother!

You was bigger than an artist

Obama and bill clint,

Wale dc said we on joe

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Yo u picked the wrong fight, time to pay heres the bill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Mama made her pretty

I'm a grade a o g

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.

But respect is more real, and ambition the key